Yueyao looked up at the sky. Tonight's night sky had no multitude of stars, only a few lonely stars struggling to shine, sparsely scattered around, like discarded glass beads, just like her—lonely and sorrowful. The entire night sky was like an ink plate, with a layer of faint clouds overhead, adding to the mystique of the already dim night sky.
An Zhichen observed Yueyao, who was engulfed in sadness, and felt a little uneasy. To shake off this unpleasant emotion, An Zhichen deliberately asked, "Zichang, what are you thinking about?"
Yueyao spoke her true feelings: "I want to leave here as soon as possible." This place was full of unbearable memories for her, and she truly did not want to stay here a minute longer. Although she knew it was impossible to leave now, Yueyao still wanted to leave here quickly.
